Jack’s POV
I paced the length of my hotel suite, my thoughts moving even faster than my steps. The remnants of the team’s morning training session lingered in my muscles, but it wasn’t enough to quiet my mind. A glass of whiskey sat abandoned on the table—a brief temptation I’d resisted, knowing Mason would chew me out if he saw it.
The past few days had been chaos. Rose’s confession at the party, the viral video, the questions I couldn’t shake—it was like someone had hit rewind on a part of my life I thought I’d left behind. Except this time, there was no ignoring it.
The sound of the door opening pulled me from my thoughts. Mason walked in, his sharp gaze immediately landing on the untouched whiskey. He frowned, his disapproval unmistakable.
“You know that stuff’s not going to solve
